Man of God

12/7/13

You claimed to be a man of God in your car

while pointing out your drinking spots.

"Living for Christ is crucial."

"Oh that girl is so hot."

"I can wear you out. I'm pretty athletic."

"Could you pray for me?"

"Why don't you just give me a chance?"

"Why can't we just be?"

Why couldn't we?

A friendship was there, which signified chemistry

but something just violently molested my spirit.

God removed the shade from my eyes

and revealed your manipulation to get me to do "it."

"You're waiting until marriage?

Well, what if he's the right guy?"

He'll be the right guy when we're married...

You violently molested my spirit and I didn't see why.

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He doesn't claim to be anything

because he frankly doesn't have to.

The way he speaks bursts with love

and he listens to what I've been through.

His walk is punctuated with purity

yet he claims nothing still.

He has a relationship with Christ Jesus

and his love for Him is tangibly real.

When he perceives a stumble in my steps,

he aims to steady me with his God-strengthened arms.

Our discourse is innocent: of pigs, cats, and potatoes.

He has no need to seduce me with artificial charms.

His eyes are alert, endeavoring to protect my purity.

Any man lasciviously leering is warned with a look.

My heart is hidden in the Word, but he found God before me.

A pleasure in conversation and holy harmony is what in me he took.

He reminds me of Adam before the fall of man.

Spiritually naked and unashamed, wanting one woman by his side.

I would he honored to be your once pure Eve, waiting until we are wed.

But, I cannot wait, cannot restrain the new marriage of our minds.

Reviews

[A. Amos]

This is really smart sharp poetry and honestly i truly enjoyed....